Photo: Suzanne and John’s Mom.
Here it is August already and I haven’t even gotten to July photos. Some days it was just too hot to do anything, but as one internet Cassandra has predicted, 2023 will be remembered as cooler than any year to come. Oy.
In the first photo, a little boy pops up from the family car like a turtle to observe the wake of the boat. Next we have Creeping bellflower, sometimes called “Evil Twin” because it is not a true bellflower.
I’m amused by fancy gates that keep nothing in or out.
In the yard beside the orange daylily is Daisy fleabane, or so my app tells me. In the next photo, note the dragonfly trying hard not to be seen.
A comfortable chair sits by the summer-blooming water lilies. A mean-looking bull thistle aims to scare off all comers.
Now take a good look at the foreground of the lotus. This is what is revealed when the flower part dies: its inner self. I like to say that the inner self of a lotus is a shower head.
The next scene is dusk in a New Shoreham yard. Soon the deer will pop up from the other side of the stone wall and go looking for free snacks.
At the island library, where my younger grandson challenged all comers to a game of chess before he went to the nationals in Michigan, you can admire the little tent the librarians set out for quiet pondering and note-taking about books — or anything.
Moving right along, we can check on a few of the summer’s better painted rocks — a surprised-looking octopus, a celebration of sun and sea, and one of my birthday. Pretty much the whole family worked on that last one. My oldest granddaughter did the careful lettering. She also was the photographer for the picture below of her brother fishing at sunset.
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